Thursday, September 17, 2020

Interregnum, A Curt Huntinghawk Story, Part 5, Post #131

So the kid who’s first words to Hawk were “Don’t rape me,” found some pleasure in bedding with the big Indian. But he fled to his own room immediately thereafter, and Hawk doesn’t know how Luis feels about what they did. Let’s pick it up from there.

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INTERREGNUM, A Curt Huntinghawk Story, Part 5

 Awake with the morning star, Hawk took his coffee on the porch and thought about Luis. About last night. The kid was lonely… and he was lonely. They’d fed a mutual need. So what? What they’d done was in keeping with what he and Grove had worked out. The boy reminded him of Ramon in so many ways, yet he had the insolence of a Wolverine. He was a powerful physical draw.

Hawk ate breakfast, and still Luis had not come out of the bedroom. Ashamed, most likely. It was Saturday, so Hawk went shopping for groceries as usual. As an afterthought, he picked up a few clothes for the boy. Luis was in the kitchen eating, dressed only in his shorts. Before he could flee to the bedroom for clothes, Hawk tossed a package at him.

Hawk had a good eye. The boy pulled on a pair of jeans that hugged his hips snugly. The T-shirt looked form fit. The dark blue button-up could have been custom-made. The kid looked like a million dollars, especially when he smiled his pleasure. He frowned suddenly.

“I don’t have money to pay for these.”

“Nobody leaves empty handed,” Hawk said. “You’ll need clothes when you go.” The boy looked up at those words but held his silence.

In order to get Luis out of the house for a little while, Hawk coaxed him into the pickup for a drive. Hawk gassed up, bought some other supplies, and they finished the afternoon off with cheeseburgers at the town’s only park. Hawk saw a number of federal officers, including some INS, but they paid the two men no mind. There was an advantage to having a badge.

That night Luis stopped him as he was headed to his bedroom. “I can come in with you, no? But—”

“Yeah, I know. You don’t want to be raped.”

The kid blushed but followed Hawk like a puppy, standing and watching as he disrobed. “You always sleep al fresco?” he asked as Hawk slipped into the bed. “I can too, no?”

The boy snapped off the light before shucking his clothes, but Hawk caught the flash of a pale thigh and a mysterious darkness between Luis’ legs. He reached for the boy as soon as they were settled. Luis tensed.

“Cool it, kid. I’m not going to rape you. If you ever feel me inside you, you’ll have to ask for it.” A shiver passed through the teen’s body as Hawk slowly fingered the brown aureoles until the nipples stood up sharply. He traced the chest, feeling the hard muscles and deciding the kid had worked hard on his father’s ranch. The belly fluttered at his touch, betraying excitement. Hawk sucked a nipple, and Luis jumped like he had been shocked, but his hand clasped the back of Hawk’s head, holding him in place.

“Aieee!” the boy cried, thrusting his chest up at Hawk. “The other one!”

Hawk lay back on the bed. “Your turn, kid.”

Trying to show a little reluctance, the youth rose to his elbow and placed his lips on Hawk’s smooth chest. “You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen,” he whispered. “I have never seen skin like yours…almost like ours, but not quite so. There is some red in it, I think.” He chuckled. “That is why they call you redskins, no?” The movement of Luis’ mouth against his chest tickled and excited him. “You smell so clean, yet like a man, too. You are muy macho, Hawk.”

“And my macho’s about to pop a cork, kid.”

Luis came up to look Hawk in the eye. “Luis gets you hot, no?”

“Yes,” Hawk said, placing a hand behind the kid’s head and forcing their lips to meet. Startled, Luis panicked. His hands pushed roughly against Hawk’s shoulders. His mouth clenched. Hawk held him, moving his head slightly from side to side. The boy held his breath as long as possible and then exhaled. With his gust of breath, he expelled his resistance. His mouth went slack. Hawk’s tongue slid between the enamel of the boy’s teeth and explored the warm, moist cavity. Watching, Hawk saw his eyelids flutter and close. Long black lashes lay against the boy's cheeks. Gently, then with growing urgency, the youth sucked the tongue invading his mouth.

When they parted, Luis swore something quietly in Spanish and buried his head in Hawk’s neck. Still without speaking, he slipped down the Indian’s muscled torso. Hawk pulled him up so that they were eye-to-eye.

“There’s something you should understand, Luis. No matter what you do for me, I can’t do anything beyond what we did last night. Understand?”

“Yes,” the boy whispered, his eyes flaming with lust. “What… what do you want me to do for you?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I don’t know what I want.” Luis’ voice held a plaintive tone. He sat cross-legged beside Hawk as a grin claimed his features. “I excite you? You like Luis, no?”

“Yes, or I wouldn’t do this with him.”

“I like Hawk too. You make me feel…different. Like doing things with you is all right. Not dirty. Not…wrong.” The boy licked his lips nervously. “Like this,” he said, bending to Hawk’s groin and finding a rhythm.

“Kid,” Hawk said in a strangled voice. “You’d better stop …now!”

Too late. Hawk spewed like Old Faithful! Luis came up gagging and choking.

Without bothering to clean himself, Hawk pushed the young man flat on the bed and reciprocated, slowly but surely drawing Luis to a climax.

Afterward, Hawk went for a pan of warm water and a cloth to wash them, aware of the puzzled brown eyes following his every move, studying him as if seeing him for the first time. When they were clean and dry, Hawk covered them with a sheet and turned on his side. After a few moments, the boy fitted his body to Hawk’s. He lay for a long time without sleeping conjuring visions of Grove Whitedeer as they worked and played and made love. In the afterglow of the night’s sexual release, Hawk was grateful to this stranger sleeping against him. He’d gone beyond what he’d promised, putting his mouth to the kid. That didn’t bother him, but he nonetheless suffered the loneliness of one separated from his enamored.


 Luis slept in his own room for the rest of the week, wrestling with feelings that were foreign to him. On Saturday, he found himself standing naked beside Hawk’s bed. Not quite understanding his raging emotions, he threw back the covers and straddled Hawk’s groin. “How come you did not take me to sleep with you again?” he demanded. “You want me, I know it. I can feel it!”

“Luis, your body is yours to give or withhold. I don’t have a right to it… nobody does. If you want to give it to me, then I will accept, but you must decide.”

“I decide I want to give it,” the boy said, sliding down to cover Hawk’s mouth. Luis knew what to expect this time and put everything into, doing the things he had done with the girls when they kissed behind the barn on the ranch. It inflamed him.

Urgently, he sucked his way down Hawk’s smooth, hard torso and did what was unthinkable before this disastrous trip. As before, he he set up a rhythm what soon had Hawk gasping. He did what Hawk had done to him, slipping his hand between the strong legs to tease the sphincter, triggering something in the Indian. Hawk thrust with his hips, setting off a feeling of triumph, as Luis excited the handsome man to greater effort, wondering what it would be like to be raped by him. Without warning, Hawk came.

Thrilled at drawing such a reaction, Luis exploded almost as soon as Hawk touched him. He pulled the Indian to his breast, thrusting against the man’s hard belly until his jism ceased to flow and professing endearments in rapid Spanish, loving the man in his arms for whom he joyously abandoned the teachings of his church, his family, and his culture, all without once thinking of himself as a maricon.

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 What’s going on here? Clearly, Luis is beginning to enjoy his romps with Hawk a little too much. In this week’s reading, we’ve had an opportunity (in the latter part of the installment) to understand things going on in the kid’s head because we switched to his viewpoint. Something I don’t often do in short stories.

 Don’t know about you, but I can hardly wait for the next installment. I want to see what happens then.

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